AMNESIA

Derek's POV:

"How could this have happened?" I questioned and Jessie obviously didn't want to share any information with me because she was on Damon's team but for the sake of her friend, she had to.

"Damon is really pissed off at the moment because he can't find his wife. But then he's also handling the people who degraded his wife on the internet. I mean he does what he says he would do." She said and I knew Damon enough to know that. I had my men killing those people in their houses as well, but nobody had to know it was me. They would only see the difference between the uniforms.

"He would be coming to get his wife soon then, wouldn't he?"

"I believe so. But she doesn't even remember any of us."

"Did she hit her head when she passed out?"

"She did, it was really hard that I hoped her skull was still intact. I was able to sneak her out of the mansion and I might have been caught but I did what I did to protect my friend."

"Who was the boy that slept with her?"

"His name is Jason. She trusted him with her life and he betrayed her."

"Have any idea about his whereabouts?" I asked and she shook her head.

"He's on the run I believe."

"Why?"

"I read it in the letter he wrote to Elena. That they promised him power if he slept with Damon Antonio's wife." She said and I laughed. What a stupid boy. He really thought the ways of the mafia was that simple? They only told him so just to get at Damon, but the truth is he would have to kill Damon before he could get that kind of power. But pity, he wasn't on the run. He was with me. I turned to him, tied to the chair.

"You really thought you could get away with what you've done?" I asked and he glared at me. Oh, that glare would soon be out of your face. I sat down on my chair and crossed my legs. He was one of my victims. I didn't want to waste any time, I had hungry sharks underneath where he was sitting. "You would have been luckier if Damon was the one who had you in his torture room." A small knife sled out to my hand and I rose. "Damon wasted no time torturing and killing his victims, I, on the other hand, love to have fun." I bent. "Which finger should I cut off first? Or should I start with the nails?" I said and ripped one off his nails. He groaned in pain. I didn't even waste time driving the little knife into his peeled nail. He yelled but I was only enjoying this. "You raped a girl you trusted you with everything that she had. You were kind to her once. I don't blame her for trusting you, I blame her for not being discerning enough. There must have been a change in you that she ignored. And we all know women. They love giving excuses for the people they love even when they're wrong. That was exactly what she did to you and you took that for granted." I growled. "I'm going to slowly pluck your eyes out with this knife and bless you with some hot pepper."

I removed the next nail of his and inserted another knife into it. The blood gushed out so freely.

"You're already shaking this much? I've not even begun anything yet. Your dick is still intact. Not like it's even that impressive and you had the audacity to use it on Elena."

"I don't understand." The boy could speak, but he was speaking forcefully, out of pain. "What is it with you and Elena?" My fist connected with his jaw.

"Don't ever let her name roll off your tongue again." He shut up. I knew he'd be scared of me soon. I went to his toes and checked how sharp the knife in my hand was before stabbing his first toe. His scream was so loud, it was a pity the room was soundproof. I checked his face.

"That's it for today. I'll be back." I left the room and went into the room to check in on Elena. Her food was half eaten and her drug was taken. The sight of her calmed me in a way but she was asleep again. I walked towards her and sat beside her.

My hands were still a bit bloody or I would have stroked her hair. I observed her with her pretty face and luscious lips. Damon had no idea what kind of chick he had gotten. But her amnesia was going to get in the way of her relationship with Damon even if he came back because she no longer remembered him. The thought I had in mind was to use that to my advantage and make her mine. But at the same time, I wanted her to succumb out of her own will and not me forcing myself on her or anything. I continued to stare at her face. Her wounds were properly dressed and then...my eyes went down to her bare thighs. The whip hadn't touched that part alright? It gleamed like water.

Her skin colour wasn't completely white anyway, they were olive. Her skin color made me believe she was perhaps mixed but she was still the most gorgeous lady I'd ever set my eyes on. And damn that cunt of hers was as tight as a pair of skinny jeans made for a man's dick. I couldn't deny that I wanted her, probably way more than I expected. I wish my brother Damon could go find someone else and move on with his life knowing his ex-wife is in good hands. If he really loved her though he would never have signed those divorce papers as Jessie had informed me. Why would he divorce her without her knowledge about the divorce papers? How long had he been planning to divorce her? Poor Elena, she doesn't even remember him.